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Beth’s Beach House Bargain
Chapter 1: Mid term melancholy
Beth was browsing the web the saturday after midterms. After her grueling week, she needed an escape. Like most college students at this time, she was thinking of how to spend her spring break. She and her boyfriend Rick had waited until the last minute, throwing all of their focus into mid terms, and now they had nowhere to go. Everyplace that was affordable was booked solid months ago. Panama city beach, Pensacola, Daytona, Miami, Orlando, everywhere.Chapter 1: Mid term melancholy
Frustrated at last, Beth tossed her dirty blonde hair aside and logged into her favorite chat room. The tickle room was full of people, but Beth gravitated to one user she had bonded with since the school year started. Victortickler.
Victor was 29 to her 21, but he was kind, funny, and as a tickler, he sounded downright evil. The month before she met Rick, she sent him a bikini shot that left him drooling. At five foot two with a toned body, high arched feet and boob length blonde hair, she knew the effect she would have. She didn’t mind, she liked it, even. He had a talent for putting her at ease, and that mattered more than all the rest.
The feeling was mutual, as he was in her DMs first.
V: Hey there Beth. Survived midterms?
BB: Hey yourself. Barely survived, lol. How are you Vic?
V: better now. Whats up with you? Gonna celebrate?
BB: sigh…
V: come on, tell me.
B: It's nothing.
V: don’t make me force it out of you… 😈
B: eep! Ok ok!
Beth’s toes curled involuntarily at the thought of how he would force the information from her. He was her favorite ler on the entire site, and Rick even loved the effect he had on her. She was relieved that he didn’t threaten Rick for a slew of reasons. It wasn’t that Rick wasn’t skilled, or even a little evil. Rick loved tickling Beth, and learned how to make her scream early on, but he loved her too much. He wouldn't really make her suffer. They had joked once or twice about leaving her in Victor’s clutches to really test her, but never took it seriously. That was about to change.
B: sigh, so it's a month from spring break.
V: gonna need more than that, lol.
B: lol, really? I need less ;p
But seriously, I’m trying to find a place and everything is booked or waaayyy too expensive.
There was a long pause. She saw “Victortickler is typing” appear and disappear at least four times.
V: what are you looking for?
Beth chuckled, but that was an easy question.
B: “The usual, sun, sand, some cheap booze.”
There was another pause, but then, a message came through that made her chuckle.
V: does it have to be full of spring break bars and their patrons?
That was NOT the answer she expected. She had to wonder if he had some connections, or knew a place. She decided to probe a little further.
B: haha I mean that would be fun, but if you got me a private beach I will give you my soles every day for a month! 😜
Did you know a place or something?
Then, it happened again.
Victortickler is typing.
Then it went away.
Victortickler is typing.
The cycle must have repeated six times before he replied.
V: I could arrange sun, sand, even FREE booze if you guys trust me. Why don’t we hop on a video call sometime this week if you’re interested?
Beth squealed at the same moment Rick came in with a pizza.
She quickly said goodbye to her friend and logged off to have dinner with Rick. Rick was average height with brown hair, lovely hands and hazel eyes she could drown in. He was sweet and generous, always considerate. So many girls settled for less than a catch like Rick. Thankfully the dorms were empty with everyone partying to celebrate the end of mid terms, so they had plenty of peace and quiet.
Once they finished eating on her bed, Beth showed him the chat on her laptop.
“Whoa,” said Rick with a look of disbelief. “Is this guy for real?”
“I dunno,” said Beth with a shrug. “Its not like he gave me details, but he said he wants to arrange a call, so maybe he will have some more then.”
Beth and Rick weren’t sure. It was never quite a perfect scenario to meet up with a guy you met online, especially with their…common interests. Still, they got along great, and she thought he would like Rick too. The offer was too good to pass up if it was true, and even if he exacted a ticklish price, it could make spring break even better.
Rick was staring off into space when Beth snapped him back to reality.
“What are you thinking?”
She slid a bare foot into his lap, and Rick jumped off the mattress a few inches. She giggled as he gently cupped her arch.
“I…I dunno. It could be really fun, a private island with our own beach. And for free?”
“Well, will it be free?” asked Beth. “What if he has…” she raised her foot to his face and wiggled her toes. “Expectations,” she finished. Rick scribbled on her arch, making Beth shriek and pull away.
Rick was never threatened, even when Victor teased about tickling Beth in a bikini, or putting his mouth on her. But that was online, what if…what if they owed him? Or met him? Was he thinking of his own place, or a friends place? It was a lot to think about with nothing to go on.
“Ummm…do you think he’s that kind of guy? I’ve never met him, but you said he always makes you comfortable.” He didn’t say no, or dealbreaker. Beth noticed.
“No, I don’t think so…”
“Well if you’re worried we can bring it up when he calls…” Rick said softly.
“So you wanna take the call?” she asked, perking up.
“Well…I suppose we should hear him out, right? See the vibes and all.”
“Yea, we should,” said Beth. There was silence for a while.
“I mean we have talked about if he…” Rick began. She knew exactly what talks he meant. Talks about Victor tying her up and tickling her within an inch of her life, kidnapping her, double teaming her with Rick. They were fun, all the more harmless because they were impossible.
“Well we talked but I didn’t know if you…”
This went on for a while, but after testing the waters, they realized that the idea of Victor working Beth over like a tickle toy was entirely arousing to the both of them.
Rick knew the moment Beth became his girlfriend that he was hitting out of his league, and yet he never felt like somebody would steal her. He had taken her to bars in sexy clothes, and men had bought her drinks right in front of him. It never bothered him, it even seemed to give him a charge when they got alone together. They hadn’t said just what they were thinking, but they agreed there was no point in discussing it further without knowing that he was an alright guy first.
They set up a call for that Tuesday, and before the call they both had butterflies.
Beth perfected her make up and did her hair in a messy bun. She wore a white tank top, not too revealing, unless she lifted her arms over her head.
Rick on the other hand dressed in a button down shirt and combed his hair, you would think he was having a job interview.
They sat there in front of Beth’s laptop just breathing for a moment.
And then it rang. They both took a deep breath in, and Beth moved the cursor over to the green button. Her finger was shaking as she clicked.
The telltale chime rang out of her speaker, and there he was.
Victor had described himself as tall with wavy dark hair and olive skin, but seeing him on screen, alive and everything was something else. He had broad shoulders, and a deep voice that made something inside her flutter.
“Hey guys,” he said.
“Hiiiii,” Beth and Rick said together. Victor gave a nervous chuckle and started to talk.
“First of all, thanks for taking the call. I know when someone offers something too good to be true, then meeting your internet friends is…well you know,” he said.
They both chuckled, somehow more comfortable that he shared their nerves.
“Nice to finally meet you!” giggled Beth.
“Right? I'm not 50 with brown teeth and no hair,” he chuckled. “I have to say you’re gorgeous. Rick, I heard a lot about you.”
After a moment greeting each other, Victor got down to business as he had other calls to make and didn’t want to waste their time.
“Look guys, I want to start off by saying what I’m about to offer you is completely free of any strings. I’m not expecting any play, teasing or anything in return.”
“We are really glad to hear you say that,” said Beth.
“Yea, I can’t imagine a quid pro quo like that going well,” chuckled Victor.
“Well um, so we discussed it,” Rick began.
“Like I said, no need,” said Victor, waving his hand as he tried to control his own expectations.
“Well we wanted to say we’re open to it,” said Beth. “We’ve always chatted about you…putting me through my paces.” She blushed and giggled, covering her mouth.
“Oh really?”
They chatted for a while and all got along really well. They shared a sense of humor and taste in movies for the most part. Beth loved how her teasing could halt TWO men in their tracks. They switched topics after a while back to spring break, and Victor explained the offer. He offered to put them up at his house on a small island off the florida coast. Victor sent them photos of his island, the house, and even a bed they could share. Beth giggled when she saw the beach, and even his boat.
“Is there a reason for no windows?” She teased.
“It was actually an old bunker,” said Victor. “It was decommissioned decades ago. I had some contacts who helped me buy it, it gives a lot of privacy when I’m out here.”
It was settled by the end of the call, Beth and Rick would come visit Victor for spring break. Both of them trembled and reached for the other’s hand as the call ended.
From there, planning for anything else ceased. Beth was discussing outfits, places to see, even the pedicure she wanted.
Of course when Rick couldn’t decide, they asked Victor, and boy did he have ideas. Victor requested wedge heels, a baby blue pedicure, and a few other treats for himself. Beth played right into it, sending him teasy photos of her shoes, bikinis, and dresses, even one of her soles and another of her tummy, swearing he would never break her, and more. It was on.
The day came at last, and Beth and Rick trembled as they got on board the plane. Beth was going to be tickled for days.
Days.
The flight was smooth, and mercifully short. Of course, that only made their meeting with Victor come closer and closer. They were both shaking in the legs when they met Victor.
There he was in the airport wearing a pair of shorts and a short sleeve button down. He was smiling at them right next to the baggage carousel.
Beth came up and wrapped him in a warm hug, and he hugged back. He shook Rick’s hand, and they chatted until their bags arrived. From there it was a short walk to Victor’s car, and it was set up for spring break.
Victor drove a black jeep and had the top down for his guests. He placed their bags in the back and opened the door for Beth while they drove to the docks. It was too loud to talk with the top down, but they just breathed in that warm salty air.
At last they were on his boat. They loaded up their baggage along with some “supplies” as he called them, and got underway without too much fanfare.
Victor’s boat was a 50 foot prestige with a covered bottom deck and a helm raised up a deck. Beth and Rick were a little blown away as they came on board, sitting on the small bench beside the wheel.
“I gotta navigate out of the shallows before I can play a good host, sorry guys,” said Victor.
Beth and Rick looked at each other while Victor was focused on steering and his instruments.
Beth looked towards the railing at the bow and grabbed Rick’s hand.
“Vic?” She asked.
“Yeah?”
“Would it be…I don't know, safe, to go up front and do the “Titanic?” She felt like such a silly girl, but he just chuckled.
“Go ahead.”
“Sorry, it’s silly–”
“I get that request a lot,” he said with another chuckle. “Just be careful, I don't wanna have to fish you out of the water.
They scrambled to the front as they navigated the inlet river, and Beth stood on the knee high rail in her wedges. Rick took a firm hold of her sides. “Maybe not in these shoes,” he suggested.
“Vic gets to see me barefoot first, not Rick,” she giggled, and swore he swallowed his tongue. Once he had a firm hold of her, Victor picked up the throttle ever so slightly, and Beth threw her arms out and screamed in delight.
“Wooooo!” She could see people wave at her from both shores and laughed, waving back before she fell into Rick’s arms and settled back in on the bench with Rick.
They stayed up here and made small talk until they went under a bridge, and after the sound if cars rushing overhead, they were in open water. Every minute that ticked by, she could feel Rick fidgeting more and more. It must have just been sinking in, they were in another man’s boat, and that man’s intentions towards his girl were not honorable. Beth fought the urge to smirk as they went along, but made sure to bob her ankle, showing off her arch to Rick.
The bench for the captain was big enough for two. Rick couldn’t contain his excitement any longer, and nudged her in that direction.
Beth quickly ran a hand through her hair before she stood up with a bottle of sunblock and took a new seat next to Victor.
“Hey,” he said without looking.
“Hey, Captain,” she said and that made him chuckle.
“I love your dress,” he told her. The sleeveless sundress complimented her figure perfectly, ending just past the knees to reveal her tan legs, wedge heels, and size seven feet with the exact baby blue pedicure he requested. Beth knew that Victor noticed.
“Thank you,” she said. “But it offers so little…protection.” Victor’s hand slipped on the wheel, but she only giggled and turned around with her hair in her hand. “Can you do my shoulders?”
“You’re a cruel girl, Beth,” he said, but he gently rubbed the lotion into her shoulders, neck and back. Beth let out a loud “mmm” that she knew drove Rick crazy before she sat beside Victor.
“Don’t talk to me about cruelty,” she crooned.
“I love your boat. What does,” she reached across him, fully extending her arm towards a dial she didn’t bother to read, “this button do?”
Beth flashed her stunning blue eyes over her shoulder, and knew in that moment that she had him.
“Well, its main purpose is exposing underarms!” At that same moment, he took a hand off the wheel and plunged it into Beth’s underarm.
Beth shrieked, pulling her arm back immediately. She giggled and hugged herself for a moment. Victor only looked forward with a smile. She looked back at Rick, and his jaw was on the floor.
She batted her eyelashes at Rick, and turned back towards Victor with a playful glare. She put on her most innocent voice and opened those big doe eyes at him. “I thought we said no torture until after dinner?”
“We did,” he chuckled. “Yet here you are, torturing me.”
Beth covered her mouth in a mock gasp, and Rick started chuckling. “Good sir, how am I torturing you?” She leaned in closer so her nose was millimeters from his ear. Her words were to Victor, but her eyes were on Rick, who looked like he had forgotten to breathe. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten our…arrangement.”
Beth yelped as Victor reached around her waist and pulled her as close as he could. She snuggled in and made an air smooch. “I forgot nothing, but we both know you’re dangling yourself here to torture me.”
“And me,” Rick agreed, making Beth and Victor both laugh.
“Oh Honey,” she said, making her voice as sultry as possible. She tossed her hair, holding her hands over her head as they ran through her blonde mane. When she looked back at him, she raised her eyebrows. “You’re the one taking a vacation I paid for.”
Rick was visibly panting as Beth showed off, but Victor couldn’t just sit there and pant. As Beth was busy dazzling Rick, Victor was decisive. He shot a hand for her bare underarm and squeezed her side with the other. Her reaction was pure electricity.
Beth screamed with rapid laughter. She quickly shot her arm down, her hair tossing itself about her face. Her vulnerable side lurched away from the hand, only bringing her closer to her tormentor.
“Hehehehey!” She protested as she desperately fought to remove Victor’s hands. The hand under her arm was trapped for a moment, until she finally wriggled it out, but his other hand darted up to her ribs. As her right arm reached for that hand, his free hand attacked her newly exposed side.
After only about thirty seconds of tickling, Beth had drawn her legs all the way into her skirt with her wedges on the bench, and her chin on her knees. Still giggling, and holding Victor’s gaze wide eyed, she saw his gaze go to her baby blue toes.
“Um…be nice?” She asked, tilting her head to the side, still giggling from her recent attack.
“Oh Beth, honey, you haven’t so much as paid a room deposit yet,” he said, his eyes dancing with mischief, and the promise of suffering this whole week.
Beth pursed her lips shut as he slowly reached for her sandaled feet. She squealed through her closed lips and shut her eyes as his hands approached. In a flash he scribbled his hands along her insteps, he flicked his index fingers along her sky high arches, exposed in her wedges, and began gently tracing the tops of her toes, barely grazing the inside.
Beth giggled like a madwoman, but she clamped her hands around her ankles, determined to take the playful tickles.
The tickling lasted under a minute, they were just teasing still, after all. He savored every soft giggle she let out, and locked his eyes on that smile. Victor patted her insteps and smirked. “Keep an eye on the wheel, I think we all need a drink.”
“Ohohooo my gosh!” Beth gasped. “I am in so much trouble…”
Victor kissed the top of her head before he disappeared below decks.
Victor re-emerged with a couple of cold beers, offering them to his guests. They accepted happily as they entered open water, and Victor set their course. From here, he swiveled to face Rick on the bench, and put an arm around Beth’s shoulders, making her shiver.
They chatted about school, Rick and Beth’s ambitions, movies, favorite meals, and all manner of things. The cruise lasted a couple of hours, and in a particularly calm piece of ocean, Victor gave them a tour of the boat.
There were three guest cabins, a kitchen (that he called the galley) a living area with an L shaped couch and TV, a padded lounger with a shade on the bow, and more.
“So you could sail for days,” Beth marveled, blushing between the two men as she eyed Victor’s mattress. She thought she detected a wicked grin as he shut the door and led them back above decks.
“We could, but the island, Beth’s private beach resort, isn't so far. We have another hour or so I’d say.”
They went back up to the cockpit where Beth sat beside Rick now, and stretched out her legs as Victor relaxed at the wheel. She caught him eying her sandaled feet more than once and wiggled her toes for him.
Victor finally stood and stretched after a moment, and leaned against the railing as he gazed over the ocean. “Missing the spring break bars and cheap motels?”
“No!” they both said at once, giggling.
There was a companionable silence as they sat listening to the waves. At last, Beth asked, “can I steer the boat?”
Victor turned and looked offended. “She has a name!”
“Oh?” asked Beth coyly. “She? Should I be jealous?”
“I like you, Beth,” he said, “but Doña Pluma is my lady.”
She pouted and placed her hands on her hips. “Does ‘Lady feather’ laugh for you? Get the pedicure you asked for?”
All three of them laughed, but Victor held out his hand towards Beth.
“Let’s make a bet,” he said. She took his hand and stood, chin defiantly up at him.
“You’re on. What do you wanna bet?”
“Simple,” he said taking her chin in his thumb and forefinger. “You win, you steer. You lose, I take you to the bow, take off those wedges and massage your feet and shoulders while Rick steers.”
Beth fixed Victor with a knowing stare and listened to the rustle of Rick’s shorts behind her. She had to admit she was amused, intrigued even. There was no way this wasn’t a tickle trap, and the game was surely rigged. Of course, she wanted two things most of all. She wanted him to know she wasn’t afraid of him, and she wanted his hands all over her. All over her. From Rick’s gasping breaths, he wanted the same thing.
Beth thought of the best possible way to get all of these things, and fluster both men in the process.
“And what unfair, rigged, ticklish test do you propose?”
The sharp intakes of breath told her that she struck gold. Beth smiled at Victor, but he smiled right back, and damnit if she didn’t feel like melting as he tickled her chin with his forefinger.
It took all of Beth’s willpower to trap the giggle rising in her throat as Victor looked right over her shoulder.
“Do you hear that Rick? She knows she is getting tickled, knows my bets are rigged, and wants to take me on anyway? Does she ever entice you into tickling her so nakedly?”
Rick looked at his shoes, because he couldn’t answer that. He knew just how ticklish Beth was, and he knew she sometimes craved it, but he never let her have it too long. They knew very well that Victor would be far crueler, and yet she walked into the trap with her eyes open. Should he have tickled her more intensely?
It didn’t matter, as Victor brought them here, and they wouldn’t leave his clutches until she had as much as she could take, and Victor would be the one to deliver it. Every one of them knew it.
“Well Beth, step up to the helm,” invited Victor with the gentlest of kisses on her nose. It made her breath catch, and Rick’s hand squeezed against his seat as he watched.
Beth sauntered forward with a swish of her hips as her skirt settled around her knees, and she stood with her back to Victor. Only when she felt his moist breath on the back of her neck, did she feel any danger.
Beth’s heart sped up like a race car, shifting into its next gear. She took several shaking breaths as the man who listed after her towered behind her petite frame.
“Now, place your hands on the wheel,” he said. His voice was deep and smooth, the opposite of how she felt: exposed and jittery. Beth took a quick breath and placed her hands on the wheel, rolling her shoulders slightly. She felt a cool breeze on her bare underarms as she reached forward. She could feel her skin crawl on the back of her neck.
“See the compass? Turn her due south.”
Beth turned to port so quickly that the ship lurched under them. Both Rick and Victor nearly lost their seats. Victor laughed, and grabbed the wheel. “Steady! Not so quick!”
“The point is to ease her there, we have some time,” he said, placing his hands on her bare shoulders. The touch was gentle, tender, even. Still, it made her shiver. She had known his intentions for months.
She eased the boat onto the due south line, and Victor smiled. He traced his pinkies along her triceps, dipping into the corner of her underarm for the barest of moments, but it was enough to make her wriggle from side to side.
“Hehehehey no cheating!”
“The challenge, two minutes, keep her within five degrees of this course. No mouth tickles, no super intense tickles.” He turned to Rick and had him set a timer on the phone.
Rick was so excited that his fingers were fumbling with the buttons, but he got it ready.
“Ready,” he said. She closed her eyes and let out a breath.
“Does this have anything to do with steering?” She giggled at him as she asked.
“Of course, if you can’t keep her steady from my delicate touches, how can you do it in a squall? Come on, Beth!” Victor boldly patted her ass before he rested her hands on her sides. She had the cotton dress to protect her skin, but right now, it didn’t feel like much.
Victor nodded to Rick, who pressed the timer.
“Go!”
Victor was true to his word, and kept his touch light. He gently scribbled his fingers along her sides, but even clothed, it took a deal of determination for Beth to keep the wheel straight, resisting the urge to squirm away. She let out a string of rapid giggles, and they sounded so girly she wanted to blush.
She could hear Victor’s rapid breathing behind her, and realized he must be melting at the sound. It didn’t make the sensations any less maddening, but she put her chin down in determination and bit her lower lip.
Victor showed no irritation, no sign of tickling harder to win. He was just savoring the poor girl’s laughter. Beth’s squealing and giggling were perfection in his eyes. She could only imagine a hungry smile as he probed her sides. She cocked her hips side to side as much as she dared.
The boat drifted two or three degrees from the needle as Beth squirmed, but her tormentor didn’t chase her sides, he simply moved his hands up as he delivered a series of gentle pinches to her ribs. She gave a fresh squeak with each pinch as she fought to remain on course.
Just as Victor began teasing his wiggling fingers down her triceps again, Rick called out, “one minute, babe!”
She threw her head back and let out a belly laugh when his fingers reached her armpits. She wanted to clamp her arms down, let go of the wheel, whirl on him, or even just beg him to stop. But there was a pure thrill rushing through her veins. How much could she take?
She knew very well that he was toying with her, and could win this in the last fifteen seconds if he wanted to. And she couldn’t stop him.
No, she couldn’t dwell on how completely under his power she was. She would break right here and now if she did. He didn’t give her a chance anyway, as she let out another shriek when bis fingers spidered along her neck.
Beth’s giggles reached a new pitch, and she rolled her neck this way and that to escape, but his hands darted back to her ribs and sides, making her laughter come in little spurts between screams strung together.
“Oh four degrees off…” he taunted.
“Minute and a half babe, you’re doing great!”
But sadly, she didn’t do great for more than another few seconds.
Victor went nuclear, and once he did, she knew beyond a doubt that he could have broken her at any moment.
He gave each of her hips rapid pinches that made her “scream-laugh” as Rick called it, when he found a death spot. She lurched back into Victor, too busy suffering to worry that his pelvis was pressed to her backside.
After only a few more seconds, he laid his right hand flat on her hip and gently wriggled into that sensitive pocket. Even through her dress, she was done.
The boat lurched under them as she jerked the wheel, and Victor laughed as he let the gloves come off, pulling her into his lap, back on the bench.
Beth had no time to think as Victor’s fingers dug aggressively into her hip pockets. At the same moment his other hand latched onto her ribs, and his mouth came down on her neck.
Beth couldn’t fight it, she was pinned, and her senses were utterly overwhelmed. She let out a scream so loud that Rick dropped his phone. Even Victor’s tormenting hands recoiled at the sound, if only for a moment. Each one of them thanked God that they were playing this game where nobody could hear her.
Victor’s hands dug back into her hip, and the moment she reached for it, he moved, and seized her exposed kneecap, squeezing it at the perfect soft spot. Her whole body shuddered with laughter as she wondered how many times he practiced that move, knowing just what buttons to push to make a girl scream with laughter. She was helpless in his grasp.
Helpless to fend off his hands, helpless to be rescued as Rick stumbled to retrieve his phone, and helpless to do anything but give into the laughter swelling in her chest.
Beth endured every tickle Victor dished out, on her ribs, her underarms, hips, sides, and thighs. All she could do was thrash ineffectively and laugh her little heart out, desperately trying to grab his hands.
Just as she managed to wrap her fingers around his, sparing her ribs a moment of suffering, the timer went off.
“Time!” said Rick, and just like that, the tickling stopped. Victor’s hands rested on her side and on her leg, but the firm touch was steadying, not possessive.
Under that steadying grip, Beth let out a long breath, laced with giggles, before slumping against Victor’s chest, a few strands of hair in her face. As soon as Rick stood to smooth them away, Victor did the honors himself, and kissed her temple. A growing warmth crept up from Beth’s stomach. They had discussed kissing her feet or her tummy, or using his mouth for tickles, but not these tiny affectionate pecks.
“You’re evil,” she giggled, thinking of the contrast between the man who cradled her now and destroyed her seconds before.
“If Rick was as evil as me, you wouldn’t need me,” he taunted.
Rick nearly dropped his phone again, and Beth’s closed mouth seemed to drop to the bottom of her chin as her eyes widened. Rick’s mouth went dry as he opened it to say something, but failed.
A fire was smoldering in Victor’s eyes at those reactions, and he held Beth just a little closer. She whimpered so that only he could hear it as his fingers tightened on her midsection.
“Take our picture, Rick, if you mean to just sit there.” Beth kept her mouth shut, but a squeak escaped her throat before she smiled, allowing Rick to do what he was told. She looked down for a split second, and saw an unmistakable bulge in her boyfriend’s shorts. He seemed to be enjoying this as much as her, she thought, even as Victor lowered his hand from her knee to cup her arch. She fought the urge to squeak or twitch at the contact. It felt so intimate, to have hands on her bare skin, especially under clothes and shoes.
Hands that weren’t Rick’s felt just a little wrong. But they were strong hands, beautiful and scarred and manly, but capable of gentle work. Something far more primal inside Beth wanted them there. She couldn’t make up her mind.
And she loved it.
Damon didn’t allow another moment to revel as he knelt down and took Beth’s ankle. She gasped as he lifted it onto his knee. He was in no hurry, rubbing his hand up her bare calf slowly, his gaze locked on hers as his hands slid down to the strap.
Rick was trembling with excitement, leaning as far forward as he could from the bench. Beth was biting her lip, her arms behind her as she arched forward, subconsciously thrusting out her chest. Being the center of so much attention, the need and desire dripping from him, it was utterly thrilling. Intoxicating, and arousing, she found.
The only thing that made it any better was Rick’s rapid breathing, bulging eyes and twitching hands as he watched. He was mesmerized by his girlfriend’s beauty, and seeing what she could do to a man, any man. It really only increased his disbelief that she was his.
Victor was handling his own disbelief, slowly unbuckling her wedge heel with his lips pressed delicately just below the knee. As the buckle fell away, he took one hand to gently ease the wedge off of Beth’s foot, while the other cupped her now bare heel, eliciting another gasp. As the heel finally slipped off her toes, his palm grazed her skin along her arch. Her pedicure was flawless, her skin like warm silk. His was the most delicate of touches, as if anything more would shatter the dream back into some glum reality. He glided over the ball of her foot, and over her baby blue toes as they twitched once against his hand.
Victor’s hand glided back to her arch, and this time his fingers curled around her foot, claiming them, dwarfing her foot inside his large hand. He reverently lifted it to his lips and pressed a kiss into her instep. This time, it was Rick’s turn to let out an audible gasp. Victor smirked, the balance of power wobbling among them like a dreidel on its last spins.
Victor didn’t waste as long on the second foot, placing the first, bare foot against his chest. He heard Rick suck on his teeth, and Beth’s eyes danced with amusement as she wriggled her toes gently against him, toying with a button on his shirt. He picked up the other ankle more firmly this time, and nearly threw the strap off. Her wedge was removed in a few seconds, but placed neatly beside the first as he repeated the seductive fondling of Beth’s perfect foot.
He savored the moment, but only for a moment before he stood and scooped her into his arms. She let out a yelp of surprise, but clung to his neck with both arms as he winked at Rick. Beth’s feet pointed downward as her toes curled, reflecting the smile forcing its way onto her lips.
“South by South East, Rick, keep the coast just in sight and tell me when you spot land.” He pointed to Beth’s discarded heels, “that’s as close as you get to these gorgeous feet til I say different.”
Victor didn’t even look back as he descended to the main deck, bringing his prize over to the bow. He ignored the curse Rick uttered under his breath, coming just when he expected it. When he made it there, he set her down and lifted the shade, to reveal the loungers.
Victor set Beth down on the center lounger gently, and she let out a tiny high pitched noise as he did so.
Victor spent a moment just standing before her, taking in the girl who was all his until they made it to the island. Beth must have felt his eyes drinking her in, as she looked away and her cheeks were stained with red. Victor suspected the sun was not to blame. He took a half step to the side, and as expected, Rick was straining to see around the shade.
Victor had them both right where he wanted them.
Victor knelt before Beth, and admired her feet as she leaned back on her elbows, one knee drawn up, the other leg extended, sole and arch facing him. She wiggled her toes a few times and flashed him a dazzling smile, but then she pulled her sunglasses down.
“I was promised a massage?”
He crawled a few feet closer, and only smiled more when Beth tensed, afraid of another ticklish pounce. Her foot twitched to the side, but when he stopped, she slowly raised it back upright. When he was inches away from her, he sat down, and patted his lap.
To Victor’s complete and utter thrill, Beth ran a hand through her hair and lifted her heel into his lap.
Victor finally gasped in pleasure as he took Beth’s soft foot in his hand and gently kneaded her arches.
“Oooooh my gosh, that feels so good!” She slowly said. Her toes wiggled against his hand as he worked her arches up and down. His thumbs worked in small circles, pressing gently towards the outside and deeper at the height of the arch. She closed her eyes and savored every touch. He pulled her toes back and ran a thumb up and down its height earning gasps of pleasure before pressing both thumbs into the pad beneath her toes.
“You have magic hands!” she said as her toes wiggled and her foot flexed in his grip. Victor had that shit eating grin on his face the entire time, and wondered if Rick should hear this, or be left to imagine.
Victor decided to snap a photo of her sole as she closed her eyes, but she made a playfully disapproving sound as the camera made its telltale sound. “Take all you want but I want that massage to last!”
Victor laughed as he rolled her toes between his fingers and continued. At last, he wrapped a hand around the top of her foot, palm outside, fingers inside. He pulled her toes back with his other hand and pulled back at his arch as if he were twisting a motorcycles throttle.
“Oooohhh!” She moaned loudly, and Victor bet this boat that Rick heard. He smirked, apologizing to Beth that the technique was better with lotion. He spent a good ten minutes on each foot. He ignored the cramping just to have those feet in his hands longer. His hands were nearly locked up with cramps, and she saw him rubbing the meaty part of his thumbs.
“Mmm, you spoiled me,” she said, and raised a foot to his mouth. “How can I help?”
“I can think of a way,” he crooned, cupping her heel, and planting a kiss on her arch.
“Uh-uh,” she said. “No hands. Rest those magic makers…”
Victor groaned, but inside that challenge was a shred of gratitude, that he was the one being taken care of.
Victor leaned into her arch, letting the contour conform to his cheek as he pressed gentle kisses into the tender skin. He rubbed his cheek on her sole, eliciting several giggles from Beth, but they were so soft he knew that Rick wouldn’t hear them.
“Your stubble tickles,” she said as she raised her other foot to his lips, rubbing his cheek with the first and lightly giggling.
“Deal with it,” he rasped as he placed a gentle kiss on each toe.
Beth continued to let out a stream of soft giggles as she wiggled her toes gently against his lips. He let out a long, slow breath, burrowing his nose and lips into her toes and the pad underneath. He proceeded to drag his lips along the arch of her foot all the way down to his heel, covering every inch.
“Oh,” she gasped again. After she took a breath, far more rapid than she should be from this relaxing play. Rick had worshipped her feet many times, and she loved the gentle press of moist lips and the devotion he showed them. The intimacy of not just being touched, but kissed where nobody else every did. And now, she had a relative stranger showing her feet that same affection. She had never been quite so…excited, seduced.
“It’s a good tickle,” she offered. He looked over her toes as he dragged the tip of his tongue back up her arch. She suppressed a squeak, biting her lip again. Good, his eyes said.
As he zig-zagged his tongue, she giggled at last, playfully jerking at her ankle, but he held her firm. She protested when he nibbled on the balls of her feet “Heheheyyyy!!”
He grumbled, but let up. This was a pampering, after all. He kissed her insteps, and switched feet, but not before a gentle stroke of his index finger up her arch that elicited a yelp. They knew Rick heard that…
Victor lost track of how long he was lavishing Beth’s feet with attention, but his hands slowly began to lose the burning pain that seized them earlier.
Beth was giggling in a slow melodious fashion while he teased the stems of her toes with his tongue, but her other foot rubbed along his chest, and started to go lower.
The moment her foot reached his belt, Victor sucked on his teeth and seized her ankle. Her eyes danced with mischief.
“Problem?” she asked.
He needed a few breaths to steady himself, her ankle firmly in his grip, but he lowered her other foot and leaned in. His breath kissed her ear.
“If you try that, I am not confident I could stop myself from taking you right here, tossing your panties overboard and leaving your dress on.”
Beth blushed. The heat that rose to her cheeks could have fried and egg, and she had never felt quite so exposed before.
The idea of Victor taking her right here and now…it was oddly thrilling. It felt wrong, and scandalous and demented…and hot. She wanted it. She hated herself for wanting it, but she couldn’t deny it to herself. She didn’t even want to deny it to Victor, but she bit her lip, and forced herself to meet his gaze.
“Maybe after I’m freshened up,” she offered meekly, but Victor put a finger to her lips.
“The three of us haven’t discussed it, if you still think it could be fun after your heart rate cools down, we can discuss it then, together.”
Beth chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. Seeing him lose control was making them play jump rope with the balance of power. It was a roller coaster of desire, taboo, denial, suffering, and giving in at last. It did give her back her confidence. “Well, we can do that. But before I call in that back rub you promised, tell me what else you want to do…”
Victor smirked, pressing a finger to her chest so that she laid on her back, and she made a show of lifting her hips, arching her back, and stretching her arms far overhead.
Victors hand started at her ankle, and slid up, and up, and up. Past her calf, fanning hs fingers to feel every square centimeter. Past the hem of her dress, past her knee, well up her thigh. His hand had disappeared beneath the white linen, but she could feel the heat of it reaching up and up until…
He stopped centimeters from her panties, making Beth gasp and pout for a moment. He chuckled over her, and lowered his mouth to her hips.
Her breath caught in her throat as he planted a kiss to each hip. Beth had to catch her breath each time, her hips arching just a fraction of an inch to meet his lips as he did so.
“Here,” he mumbled, and she nodded meekly as he moved up. “Here,” he pressed another kiss on the very center of her taut tummy. Beth sighed with just a hint of disappointment as he moved upward. She resented the thin cotton of her dress ever so slightly for robbing her skin of the tingle of his lips.
She followed his lips as they made a trail up her tummy, along her ribs, suppressing nervous giggles. As he braced his hands on either side of her, she could feel him enveloping her, and she craved it. At last he planted the lightest of kisses, so that she barely felt them, squarely in her underarms. It was a feat of inner strength that she didn’t clamp her arms down, but her elbows flinched together slightly as she whimpered.
She couldn’t protest about sweat or odor before he took her chin in a powerful hand, forced it to the side and planted a series of kisses on her neck. She giggled ever so softly at the lazy pressing of his lips, the tiny tracings of his tongue, but when he turned to reach the other side, she experienced a series of rapid pecks, made unbearably ticklish by his facial hair.
“Eeeehehehehehehe that tickles!” She protested over louder giggles, her legs picking slightly under him.
“Shhh, do you want Rick to hear?” He nipped at her earlobe and laid beside her, a finger tracing her lips. “That answer your question?”
Her breathing was ragged, her lips were tingling from the feel of his finger, and her neck was still feeling the ghost of his lips. Her legs still squirmed slightly as she leaned up and kissed his lips gently.
“Yes, now how about my back?”
Beth turned onto her stomach, using her arms for a pillow, and shrugged out of the thin straps so that her back was totally bare.
Victor didn’t keep her waiting as he mounted her hips. She gasped in pleasure as she felt him press into her backside. She didn’t realize just how much danger she had been in moments ago, and wondered if this would make it worse. She giggled to herself as he worked her shoulders. His touch started out gentle, but he pressed deep into her muscles as he got knots out, smoothed her shoulder blades as he rubbed his palms in circles, and dragged his knuckles along the thin bands of muscle that flanked her spine.
“Mmmmm, this is so worth it,” she moaned. She playfully bucked her ass into his crotch, making him stop and hiss.
“Behave,” he ordered, but Beth was having too much fun, wrapping the big bad dom around her little finger.
“Or what?” She asked, grazing his crotch again, and this time rubbing side to side. She could feel the stain in her own panties, but she only laughed at him as he seized an ass cheek with one hand, and with the other started poking along her bare back.
“Oh! Hehehehey no! Thahahahahat’s meeeeaaaaannnn! Hehehehehe stopppp!” she bucked against him lightly, not truly wanting to escape just yet. There was a pang of fear when she realized that he hadn’t budged an inch. From here, he could take whatever he wanted from Beth. All of her.
Victor would have gone to town on Beth in such a vulnerable position, giving token protests had Rick not interrupted them.
“Land ho!”
Victor growled in his throat, making Beth laugh. She stroked his hair and kissed his cheek. “Soon.”
“Once I have you properly under me, you might not be so eager,” he said, his voice thick with unsated lust. Beth stood, smoothing her skirts as she went back to the rail. She lifted a foot behind her and wiggled her toes at him before scurrying back towards the cockpit. Beth laughed loudly as Victor chased her, but she made it up the stairs before him, and threw her arms around Rick.
“Save me from the tickle monster!” she pleaded playfully. He chuckled and kissed her head before they gave Victor the wheel to guide them in. It was here they got their first glimpse of his island.
Victor’s island was less than a half mile all around it. They guessed it was perhaps an acre of sand and rock. They could see Victor’s bunker peeking out over the sand, and compared to the spring break bars and hotels they saw when they boarded the boat, it didn’t look inviting. The plain gray bunker was flat, square, and dull against the crystal blue water, green palm trees, and white sand.
“Looks a bit dreary,” said Rick. After Victor raised an eyebrow at him and Beth swatted his arm, he added a “no offense.”
“Not to worry, I know she doesn’t look like much from here. There’s white sand, a full bar and all the comforts of home inside.”
“I am sure it’s lovely,” said Beth earnestly.
Victor took them on a loop around the island, allowing them to see everything before they eased his boat into the dock next to a concrete boathouse.
Once everybody had debarked, he sent his guests inside while he unloaded a few boxes of supplies for the house.
Beth and Rick held hands, Rick carrying his luggage, and Beth still carrying her heels as they trudged through the sand to the house. They opened the door to find a modest but homey living room, with a kitchen behind it. They bore left, walking over a long rug that covered the concrete floor to their bedroom, as Victor directed them. There was a queen sized bed made with white linen, a small window, but it let in plenty of light for its size, and on Beth’s pillow there was a single green feather.
Beth picked up the feather, and saw a small handwritten note beneath it. She opened the note, and her eyes shot wide. The heading read in large script “House Rules.”
She squeezed Rick’s hand tighter and gulped.
Let me know if you wanna see chapter 2!
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